Dust in the wind..
Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
If I could, I would.
If I could, I would… First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
The sinner’s prayer..
The sinner’s prayer.. I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost every one. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and waltz… Continue reading
Can’t return no-more..
Can return no more. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and actions can create bridges that can’t be repaired. Can return no more.. We can dwell in paradise,Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We… Continue reading
The damn road..
The damn road.. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips and whispered. “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body pressed… Continue reading
The song of May..
The song of May.. I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told me.… Continue reading
The madness train..
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train.. I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading
Kisses in the dark..
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,By each let this be heard,Some do it with a bitter look,Some with a flattering word,The coward does it with a kiss,The brave man with a… Continue reading
A safe harbor..
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
She was a dancer…
She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading